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Chapter Eight - Total Humiliation

I let Haruhi hang from the ceiling for ten minutes so she could recover. Her pristine body didn't need the break, but her mind did.

When I lowered her and removed the shackles from her ankles and wrists, Haruhi gasped, "Oh, shit. That was close."—accidentally verbalizing something she probably wanted kept secret. So I pretended not to hear it.

Our final device, the electric torture chair, exuded an intimidating air, even to me. Like the other devices, the brushed stainless steel chair with its wide leather straps looked like they'd recently been unboxed. The twelve-volt car battery powering the console looked spotless, its knobs immaculate. Naturally, I knew exactly exactly how to use the thing.

Haruhi took her seat like royalty gracing the throne. As I strapped her to the device, I wondered what its secret was. For the life of me, I couldn't see it. Certainly, this steel chair provided an excellent means to administer massive doses of pain to a bound masochistic female. But what was the angle?

When I kneeled on the ground to strap Haruhi's ankles to the chair legs, I noticed a couple of items resting on a shelf directly below the seat. One of the items took my breath away, it seemed so out of place. So I ignored it. Because it didn't belong. And I wasn't going to use it. No way. The other item looked useful, so I set it on the panel.

I resumed strapping my gorgeous, unclothed prisoner to the silver chair. In addition to the straps welding her ankles to the chair's front metal legs, two more straps, fastened just below her knees, kept her thighs spread wide. Straps at the wrists and forearms welded her arms to the armrests. Finally, a wide strap under her breasts held her upper body fast to the chair back.

I grabbed the useful item—a gag formed from a length of rubber hose with a braided leather cord tied to its end. I threaded the cord through the hose, pushed it between Haruhi's teeth, and tied it off behind her head. The girl resembled a horse with a bit in her mouth. I knew it would protect her tongue once the shocks started. Plus, it would muffle her screams.

Haruhi defiantly glared straight ahead as I stood over her, holding a metal-toothed clamp in each hand. The clamps terminated the thick insulated cables extending from the electrical panel to the chair. From Haruhi's perspective, I probably looked like a mechanic about to jump start a car. Unfortunately for her, the battery terminals were her nipples. Haruhi bit down hard when I clamped the cables to her breasts. Sharp metal teeth dug deep into her nipples, but her souped=up body didn't bleed.

I had one connection to go. In contrast to the battery-style pinchers, this clamp resembled a thumb and forefinger coming together. I marveled at its devious design. The spread-open princess stiffened when I inserted the finger portion of the clamp into her vagina and she squealed when the thumb portion seated over her clit. The movie that inspired Haruhi hadn't featured any of these vaginal clamps since all of the victims were men, but I appreciated the gruesome touch. Good job, Haruhi.

I checked the ground cable connection bolted to a back chair leg. It looked solid. Then I stepped behind the electric panel and cracked my knuckles. Time to start the show. I cranked the dial to 50% and turned the switch to the ON position. The capacitor squealed as it charged. Soon a red READY light flared.

Haruhi closed her eyes as my palm approached the green GO button.

WHAM!

A powerful electric current surged through her body. All the muscles of her magnificent Amazon physique tensed, her eyes bulged, and she bit the rubber hose flat. When the electricity dissipated, Haruhi let out a blood-curdling scream. "Owwwwfffmmmmgggfffff," she shouted, before collapsing into the chair. A moment later, she whispered, "Wow."

Despite its intensity, she'd found the pain manageable. It was the type of pain she'd prepared for. The type of pain her she'd designed her body to handle. The type of pain she enjoyed.

I methodically ramped up the juice in 5% increments until I reached the machine's limit—but not Haruhi's. Though the contraption delivered more pain than than those other arcane devices combined, her body handled it well.

This did not please me.

I kneeled behind the gasping girl and peeked at the shelf beneath her seat. Once again, I shook my head. I couldn't do it.

But I had no choice. This was Haruhi's soft spot, the weakness her subconscious mind handed me on a silver platter—well, a stainless steel platter. The girl had already managed all the pain the machine could deliver. I could still smell the smoke that rose from her roasting skin before her body healed. She could easily endure several more hours of jolts, and she probably wanted them.

I removed the vaginal clamp, unfastened the straps binding her legs to the chair, and stepped back. She extended her legs and shook them before shooting me a quizzical expression.

Did I really want to do this to her?

I had no choice.

I grabbed her right foot, lifted her leg till her ankle reached her ear, and I tied it off to the chair back. Thanks to the flexibility of Haruhi's remarkable body, I didn't sense any strain. I did the same with her left leg, tying her ankle to the chair near her left ear. Lacking straps to hold it back, her ass slid forward to the edge of the seat.

Once again, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. With her head peeking through her upraised legs and her lower orifices obscenely accessible, Haruhi looked phenomenal. Though I'd always had unfettered access to Haruhi's lower orifices, this configuration, up front and center, made them the focus.

Judging by the frightened look on her face, Haruhi wasn't pleased. She tested her bonds and grunted into the gag. I'm sure she had something cute to say, but the bit gag kept her utterings unintelligible—though she managed a squeal when I ran my index finger over her anus and vagina.

What an awesome view. I'd never seen such a sexy set of holes. Up to this point, Haruhi's knees had stayed together. Despite her full nudity, the squirming wench didn't like having her most private place on prominent display.

I reached under the seat and retrieved the cursed item, an enema syringe. I pulled back its plunger and pushed it in again, blowing cool air onto Haruhi's ass. According to the markings on the side, this thing could hold a liter. I filled the syringe to capacity at the water wheel trough.

Total Haruhi humiliation required two things—a full colon and a full bladder. I now understood the rubber tube's real purpose. I pulled the gag out of Haruhi's mouth and tied the leather cord near one of its ends.

"You're not serious, are you?" my prisoner asked in disbelief after getting her first look at the syringe. "No way. You wouldn't." She shifted her hips from side to side.

I patted her wiggling bottom. If this is what I had to do to get out of this place, yes, I would.

I pushed the tube into her mouth with its end pointed down her throat. Then I tied the cord off behind her neck so she couldn't spit it out. With the hose reaching down her gullet like an oversized straw, I placed the tip of the syringe into the tube's end and forced water into her stomach. Doing her best to avoid drowning, the girl's swallows kept up with the water flow. After several syringe-fulls, Haruhi's belly sported a healthy water bulge.

Now came the fun part. Haruhi squirmed and wiggled her bum the best she could to make things difficult for me, but once I'd plunged the tip of the syringe deep into her anus, there wasn't much she could do. After two and a half anal servings of water, I'd loaded Haruhi's colon to capacity as well.

My prisoner sat silently as I turned the straw back into a bit gag, while her expression screamed, "I can't believe this is happening." I lowered her legs and strapped them back to the seat before reinserting the vaginal clamp.

Haruhi shook her head from side to side while emoting, "Woe, woe, woe," into her gag. The well-hydrated princess hadn't expected this. She nervously twisted her hips and bum to keep from leaking while mewing complaints into her gag. What this proud, strong, Amazon princess feared the most was totally humiliating herself in front of me. Haruhi would go to any length to hold in the water.

I started her off with a nominal charge of 10% and she managed the electric jolt well, albeit with straining and tears. I think she knew it was a losing proposition. She tensed with all her might when I ramped the voltage up to 15%. Somehow she managed it, well, mostly. I pretended not to notice the brown leakage on her seat.

I could have extended the torture by ramping things up slowly until she blew, but decided the hell with it. I let her sit and stew, letting the internal pressure build, while I pretended to go off to do some important dungeon business. Fifteen minutes would suffice.

I used my break to explore the outside world. What I found out there floored me—but I'll get back to that later.

When I returned, Haruhi was sobbing. The fluid in her stomach had migrated to her bladder, and it needed someplace to go. Haruhi's sense of propriety would not let her relieve herself while strapped to the chair, especially in my presence. She struggled mightily against nature's call.

Enough screwing around. I dialed the voltage up to 100% and removed the gag. I totally wanted to hear this. Haruhi squealed wide-eyed as my palm approached the green button. She shook her head and cried, "No. No. Please. You can't."

I slammed the button, sending a crazy amount of voltage into the frame.

Haruhi shook like a seizure patient for about three seconds before her gut, bladder, and bowels gave way. In an explosion of filth, she sprayed vile stuff everywhere, vomit, piss, and poop—a lot of nasty poop. Trust me when I say, it was a horrible thing to watch—and smell. The poor girl defecated all over the place, especially on herself. I'm sure Haruhi would have died of embarrassment, if that were possible in here.

I now understood why she'd made everything out of stainless steel and not some lower-quality material. Someone had to clean this mess up.

Once Haruhi stopped trembling, I removed the clamps and let her stew in her mess. Tears flowed like a river. When I released the straps, she slid out of the chair like a hunk of gelatin before curling into a ball on the floor.

"I can't believe you did that to me," she said, blubbering. "How could you?" She wouldn't stop crying.

Something told me I'd broken the girl.

While Haruhi seemed lost in a world of grief, I did my best to rinse the crud off of her with the syringe. Haruhi didn't seem to notice my efforts. In her defense, she was so filthy my efforts didn't make much of a difference.

I took the messy girl up in my arms. She still felt light as a feather, but her foul odor overpowered her flowery Amazon scent. Haruhi wrapped her arms around my neck and cried into my chest. When I stepped outside, a pleasant red sky greeted us. The dome gave everything a surreal crimson quality.

In front of me stood exactly what we needed, a large wooden tub full of water, a girl-sized horse trough. Koizumi hadn't mentioned this item in his initial report, so I wondered if it even existed when Haruhi first created this space. But it was here now, and it definitely served a purpose.

I set my prisoner down in the warm water. Haruhi stood silently as I cleaned her with a sponge, brush, and soap. Being a caring dungeon master, I endeavored to scrub every glob of poop off of the wench's filthy body and wash her hair as well. It was the least I could do.

As I worked, Haruhi regained her Amazonian scent as well as her composure. Standing in the tub facing me with wrists crossed overhead, I scrubbed her breasts. "Okay, I admit it," she said. "What I did to Mikuru was wrong, and I need to atone for that. I have a lot of fun humiliating that girl, but slapping her in the face for spilling tea was way out of line." She punched me in the chest. "What you did was wrong too. You were way too hard on me. I didn't deserve the spanking you gave me." Haruhi suppressed a smile. "Well, not all of it." She poked me in the chest. "You need to take responsibility too."

I took a few steps back. Haruhi was right. She owed Mikuru an apology, not me. In spanking her, I had overstepped my bounds, though neither of us really minded because it brought out deep feelings we'd both hidden inside.

Reading my mind, Haruhi crossed her arms over her chest and added, "Just because I enjoyed it, doesn't make what you did right."

I looked down at my feet and nodded.

"It's time to end this. I have a phone call to make." She turned toward the guillotine.

I understood. For Haruhi Suzumiya, admitting fault was akin to facing the death penalty.

Haruhi stepped out of the trough, twisted the water out of her mane, and tied it into a ponytail with her orange-yellow hair ribbon.

My jaw dropped.

It's like this. Dripping wet, fully nude, Amazon princess Haruhi looked phenomenal. With a ponytail, she looked out of this world. Yeah, I know most guys don't care how a girl wears her hair, but I freely admit I have a ponytail fetish. Hoping to hide the tent that formed in my kilt, I took the lead as we walked to the guillotine.

I sensed Haruhi's fear as we walked. She didn't fear getting her head cut off. I don't think Haruhi Suzumiya ever apologized for anything in her entire life. But she knew it had to be done.

Once again, the elegance of the device Haruhi's power had created amazed me. The guillotine stood atop a wooden scaffold about a story tall. I don't know why she set the guillotine up there. We weren't playing to a crowd or anything. The added height made the it stand out, and the steps leading up to the scaffold looked foreboding.

She'd constructed the structure from a fine, stained oak, the kind they used for expensive tables. The guillotine's shiny steel blade defied gravity as it dangled above the head crescent-cutout. I looked around for the mechanism that made the blade fall, but I couldn't find a rope to cut or a lever to pull.

Haruhi seemed to know how this drama ended, so I followed her lead. She bent forward over a torso-length platform the size of a school desk, and rested her neck in the crescent before draping her arms at her sides. I strapped her torso and shackled her ankles to the platform before lowering the board with the top crescent cutout, completing the wooden circle surrounding her neck. Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't get over how sexy her ponytail looked resting on her spine, creating a pointer to the blade release mechanism currently dripping moisture between her legs.

I stepped toward the business end of the device and looked up. The angled blade gleamed with readiness. I glanced down. Despite this being the end of the line, Haruhi seemed relaxed.

I ran my hand over her ponytail, down her back, and over her firm bottom. In response, she playfully wiggled her hips. When I inserted my fingers into her moist vagina, she arched her back in anticipation.

It surprised me that Haruhi hadn't shouted, "Hurry up and fuck me already, moron," or something along those lines, but that wasn't her character either. She'd clearly signaled her readiness to end this dream, and she now waited patiently for me to move at my own pace.

When I lifted my kilt, the size of my erection floored me. If I had this horse cock in real life, I'd split the average girl in two. Haruhi wasn't the average girl, however. She let out a pleased moan when I gently pushed my massive manhood deep inside of her accommodating love canal, and squealed with glee when I started pumping. Her hips moved in sync with mine the best they could as we ramped up toward a climax.

I was torn. The sex felt so amazing, part of me wanted to make the moment last, but another part of me wanted to explode. This adventure had taken a lot out of both of us and we both needed this release in the worst way.

Haruhi shuddered and screamed—from joy this time—as an earth-shaking orgasm gripped us both. My legs buckled from the pleasure. As we reached the peak of orgasmic bliss, the ground shook, freeing the blade.

SWOOOOOSH!

I shot up awake on my sofa with a huge stain forming in my pants. Somewhere, not too far away, Haruhi Suzumiya woke up in her bath, equally refreshed and satisfied. And somewhere else in this universe, Itsuki Koizumi and Yuki Nagato returned to the real world, which was, thankfully, still intact.